I couldn't bring my eyes into focus, couldn't turn my body to look at you. All that I could do is keep my hand inside of yours, hold it as tight as I possibly could have, and say those awful, heartbreaking words. I want to bring him back, want him to feel my love and feel what it means to be loved by him. But what's holding me back? That's something that I can't seem to comprehend, an idea that won't come into my thought processes. It may be my biggest regret, but it could also be my biggest happiness. It feels good during the day, but bad during the day. Not even a phone call or a text. Nothing. It hurts, but we must overcome. Moving forward only comes from moving on from pain. This sucks, it really does, but we've got to move on.